This is a song about "Fuck yall"

Patron black, uh, patron jones

Yall sweeter than ice cream cones

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

And fuck yall fellas a hundred motherfucker couldn't steal your pillows

Cuz you gon' chase cheese

Yall rapping like rookies

Fucking teachers, what the fuck is wrong with y'all

To get a pair, niggas killed him right in front the mall

So yall people best be leaving

In my drawsring, ring, ring

Shoot my ping and if you gonna listen

Listen, i shine while yall glisten

Yall act like yall can't see my my talent, i got skepticism

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them

Yall niggahs gone get it bad

There's crack, there's crack